The meaning of getting older for biological whistle

Sometimes I think about getting old but the best part is that is not bothering me. I think about being 30,and I don't know why I think it is a magic age. Honestly I never think about getting older than 30,I like 30s but I don't know if I can like 50s too or maybe 60s or hopefully 90s:).
Tonight I talked with a very special friend, who has been my friend for about 16 years, wow…. I am much older than I thought:). We were talking about relationships and she told me, as she is getting older she is just more loser magnet:)).
Maybe but is it just simple like this? Or maybe when we are getting older our values for a relationship change too. It is not like we are more loser magnet but we just see more people like losers:). As we gain more experiences regarding to more years that we live, we understand who we are and what we want (by what we want I don't mean "he is too short, she is too fat, he is not my type, her nose (or whatever:)) is too big" and etc here). Or maybe we just afraid of being hurt again and we are getting pickier.
In the other hands when you are 20 it is easier to say I am going to live with him in the toilet but I just want to be with him. However by time you realize that simply you cannot. Maybe toilet is too smelly to live in:). Or maybe we will be more realistic by getting older.
There is a proverb in Persian, when 2 people with no money want to get married, they always say: "what are you going to eat? Bread and love??":)
I think bread and love is not a problem, if you are really in love you can live in the toilet and eat bread and love and enjoy the smell and it is not other’s business:).
But I just wonder how many years you can live like this without hurting each other?
Any way I cannot finish this now;it is really a long story.
Today I chatted and talked with phone too much. And tomorrow maybe I will be homeless. Before Christmas one of my neighbors told the doorman that she is talking too much (I wonder why she didn't tell that I am breathing too), doorman told her that she is living alone and she doesn't have anybody to talk with but she insisted that I talked with somebody and he was answering too:)). She has two really ugly dogs and a son who is still living in the second world war and I think maybe he imagines that he is a soldier because he is a real trouble maker who shouts and make load noises and…enough of talking behind the bad neighbor, I just meant that today I really talked until late then tomorrow I will be in the street:).

PS. Mr.Google maybe you are getting older and pickier too. Or maybe I am too fat for you??:)

PS.2.Can you find any relation between subject of this post and the things that I wrote? I cannot. Then I just add when we are getting older our biological whistle getting older too:)…Really my imagination doesn’t work tonight…Actually it is not night anymore:).